The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

With lightning speed, Liu Jun caught Yin Zijing, who had suddenly fainted, and without hesitation, he swept her light body up in his arms. Then, with steady and swift steps, he walked towards the depths of the imperial prison. At the very end of the prison, there was a room where Liu Jun usually rested when he was on night duty.

Although the room was extremely simple, it was far better than those filthy, stinking prison cells. Liu Jun carefully placed the unconscious Yin Zijin in his arms onto the slightly worn and simple bed, and then quietly gazed at his pale face and closed eyes.

After a moment, Liu Jun slowly withdrew his gaze, turned his head and calmly instructed one of his subordinates behind him: "Go and find a woman to serve Miss Yin well. Also, have someone prepare some hot water and food, and bring them over here later."

However, after hearing Liu Jun's words, the man who had been standing silently behind him scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly and stammered, "Sir, do you know what kind of place this Imperial Prison is? It's a living hell that eats people up without spitting out the bones! What decent young lady would want to come to such a place?"

Liu Jun glanced at Fan Wei, took out five taels of silver from his pocket, and threw it into Fan Wei's arms: "Go, go to the slave trader and buy a maid, or have your wife secretly come over and take care of Miss Yin. These five taels of silver are yours."

Fan Wei quickly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, Your subordinate will take care of it right away..."

Yin Zijing bit her lip lightly, lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, and said softly, "My lord, please don't blame me. This is the first time in my life that I have witnessed such a bloody and cruel scene. I felt dizzy at the time, which is why I lost my composure. I hope you will forgive me for any rudeness."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun quickly waved his hand and gently comforted her, "Sixth Miss, please don't blame yourself like this. The torture of combing and washing is an extremely cruel punishment. Let alone a delicate woman like you who has been raised in seclusion and has not yet come of age, even those strong men who have experienced countless battles would probably find it difficult to endure."

Just as the two were talking, a light footstep sound was heard. Immediately afterwards, several Imperial Guards dressed in flying fish robes strode in with orderly steps. They carried buckets of steaming water or wooden bath tubs.

After the items were placed in their proper places in the room, the Imperial Guards left the room as quickly as they had come, without even turning their heads back.

Liu Jun poured hot water into the wooden bathtub and instructed, "Please take a bath, young lady! However, the conditions here are simple, and there is no fragrant hot water. Please don't find it offensive."

Then Liu Jun took out a bottle of wound medicine from his pocket and said, "After you bathe, apply this wound medicine. This medicine can reduce bruising. Apply it to the girl's red marks to prevent scarring."

I heard that you can't have scars during the audition. If you have scars, you might be eliminated from the audition, so the girl must take it seriously.

Yin Zijing nodded. After giving his instructions, Liu Jun left the house without looking back.

The charcoal in the iron stove on the ground was burning brightly, and the small room was warm throughout. Yin Zijing propped herself up and removed her hair ornaments one by one, her long, ink-black hair instantly cascading down. She took off her clothes, leaving only a red bodice and panties, revealing shocking red marks on her delicate shoulders and back. Then, with her bound feet, she sat down in the bathtub…

Meanwhile, Liu Jun walked with steady and powerful steps slowly toward the gloomy and terrifying room where Du Lin was being interrogated.

In just a few hours, the already frail Du Lin was now firmly bound to that gruesome rack.

His entire body was covered in blood and torn flesh, as if he had suffered an inhuman torture.

When Liu Jun stepped back into the blood-soaked and oppressive interrogation room, he instantly reverted to his cold-blooded, ruthless executioner persona. His face was ashen and expressionless, his eyes as cold and piercing as icy stars.

Especially the long scar on his face, which now looked particularly ferocious and terrifying, like a writhing centipede that might pounce and bite at any moment. Just one glance at such a face would send chills down one's spine and make one tremble in one's heart.

Liu Jun stopped in front of Du Lin, looking down at the pitiful man who was on the verge of death. He asked in a voice as cold as ice, "Well? Have you confessed?" The words seemed to come from the deepest hell, devoid of any emotion, only endless indifference and majesty.

The shirtless man next to him quickly replied, "No, sir."

A smile gradually appeared on Liu Jun's face, but it was a chilling and terrifying smile. He slowly walked to the side, his gaze fixed on a whip stained with blood and covered in sharp barbs. The whip seemed to exude an aura of death and fear.

Liu Jun reached out and grasped the handle of the whip, lifting it from its spot without hesitation. Then, he swung the whip violently, striking the air several times. Each lash was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound and a chilling whooshing noise, as if to tear the entire space apart.

After lashing Du Lin a few times, Liu Jun walked steadily toward Du Lin. When he reached Du Lin, he stopped and gently lifted Du Lin's filthy chin with the handle of the whip. Du Lin's face was haggard, his expression listless, and his clothes were tattered and stained with blood and dirt.

Liu Jun stared into Du Lin's eyes and said coldly, "I really didn't expect you to be such a tough nut to crack. But I advise you to confess! That way you'll at least suffer less physical pain and your life will be a little easier."

After a pause, Liu Jun continued, "His Majesty did not imprison you in the Imperial Clan Court or the Court of Judicial Review, but instead deliberately threw you into the Imperial Prison. You should understand the deeper meaning behind this! Anyone who enters the Imperial Prison will either die or suffer greatly."

Seeing that Du Lin did not react, Liu Jun used a whip dipped in salt water to lash Du Lin's body hard, and immediately a series of miserable screams came from the torture chamber.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Jun stepped forward, grabbed Du Lin by the neck, and asked menacingly, "Confess or not?"

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"Someone, bring out the reclining chair, let the prince consort taste what it's like to sit in a reclining chair..."